3.b.x
Donkey’s hands
were shaking, even before the belt buckle had sounded. He was always sick with nervous tremors
theses days. How had he come to
this? He used to be so strong, so
cocksure. Now he sat in cramped offices,
feverishly tracking the movements of his opposition, always trying to
anticipate their next scheme yet always taken off guard by the seemingly inept
brilliance of their public forays and the utter incompetence of their
constituents.
He had no time
for the Union , did he?
The Elephant’s
people were trying to shift blame for the economy onto his leader. For eight years they ran this country into
financial ruin and now they asserted that the new administration was not only
at fault for failing to reverse the damage in a fraction of the time, but was
actually to blame for the monumental deficit.
And that red
state, tea-bagging crowd was buying it.
No, he
couldn’t abandon his post now. He must
wait and fend off whatever attacks the opposition launched. Unless…
Perhaps
Corporate Man could aid him in his endeavors.
Shouldn’t he at least read the alert?
Maybe The Union were assembling against The
Elephant’s people.
Yes, he should
answer.
Wait…
Could this be
The Elephant’s latest ruse? A trick to
divert Donkey’s attention?
It would be
just like that big bastard.
Donkey would
not be answering the call.
Would he?
